Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: ’A Little Closer...’

The shift was immediate. The air seemed heavier, the silence that followed almost suffocating. Heinz froze, his expression unreadable, and Florian regretted the question the moment it left his lips. His chest tightened, panic clawing at him as his mind raced.

’Shit. That was too much, wasn’t it? What the hell was I thinking?’

"I— I didn’t mean to—" Florian stammered, the words tumbling out in a frantic attempt to backpedal.

Heinz raised a hand, cutting him off with a small, dismissive wave. "Calm down," he said evenly, his voice steady yet firm. "I’m not upset. I just... wasn’t expecting that question."

The tight knot in Florian’s chest loosened just slightly, and he let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. ’Okay, so he’s not mad. That’s a relief... I think.’

Heinz leaned back, his gaze now sharper, more calculating. "Before I answer, may I ask why you’re asking this?"

Florian hesitated, fingers curling tighter around the edge of his cup. He allowed himself a faint smile, more out of habit than ease, and dropped his gaze to the dark coffee swirling inside. Even in the novel, the question had lingered unanswered.

Kaz had kept Heinz’s true feelings toward Florian shrouded in mystery.

"I was just curious, really," Florian said at last, his voice cautious. "I know... that you had him executed, and that he would always pester you, and you ignored him. Sometimes... I feel his emotions, not just his memories."

Heinz tilted his head, a subtle but deliberate movement, as though weighing Florian’s words. "And what does he feel?"

"Sad," Florian said quietly, the single word heavy with meaning.

Heinz’s gaze didn’t waver. "Do you feel bad for Florian? Is that why you’re asking this?"

Florian blinked, his thoughts scrambling for clarity.

Did he feel bad? He wasn’t sure. Back when he’d read the story, Florian had never been his favorite character. If anything, he’d found him frustratingly weak, a shadow of what a royal or a main character should be. But now, living in the remnants of Florian’s memories, things felt... different.

"I’m not sure," he admitted with a soft chuckle, the sound hollow even to his own ears. "I never personally knew him to feel bad, but... I guess I do think he’s a bit pitiful."

Heinz’s response came not in words but in action. He reached for his cup, his movements slow, deliberate, like every second was being carefully measured.

He took a sip, his expression unreadable, before setting it back down with a soft clink. "I didn’t hate him," he said finally, his voice even and composed.

"I was only bothered by his persistence. I ignored him, yes, because there was no point. He was here simply because he was the only thing his kingdom could offer. I had nothing against him." _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Florian nodded automatically, but the words gnawed at him. Something didn’t feel right. His gaze flicked up, meeting Heinz’s.

The king’s expression remained perfectly composed, but there was a darkness lurking just beneath the surface—a flicker of something Florian couldn’t quite place.

’He’s lying,’ Florian thought, his stomach twisting uneasily. ’If he didn’t hate Florian, why does he look like that? And...’

"That’s understandable," Florian replied evenly, forcing his voice to remain neutral.

’...if you didn’t hate him, why did you accuse him of treason when he did no such thing and have him executed?’

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Nothing about Heinz screamed genuine.

It was... complicated, to say the least.